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April 3rd, 2014 at 9:35 am
In high school, one of my best friends was a short, fat, pimply guy named Jim. He came out of the closet in a big way the fall I went away to college, and became a tranny dancer, much to my surprise (I was a very naive 18 year old, and had no idea this was coming).
When I came home for Thanksgiving that fall and visited with him, he told me many exciting and disgusting stories of his adventures in the gay community.
One was about being attacked in downtown Charlotte by some good ole boys after a long night’s work dancing at a gay bar. He said that his stiletto high heeled shoes saved him from a beatdown, and taught those rednecks a painful lesson. That his father was a pro wrestler who had taught him a trick or two probably didn’t hurt his efforts, either.
Ban stilettos?! I’ve considered them protected fully under the 2nd Amendment ever since then.
April 4th, 2014 at 9:04 am
An associate of mine used her stiletto heels to puncture a most impolite, young man’s testicle at a black tie corporate event. He smacked her on the ass as she walked by, not realizing she was the guest speaker…
The testicle had to be removed.